Текст песни: Cinnamon Tree + перевод

You’ve got to seavey up a stang beneath that cinnamon tree,

Give me half a breeze just across the sun,

Gotta fetch me up a telescope,

fifteen yards of sturdy rope,

And I’ll tell you where that puppy dog has went,

Now Betsy’s head to railroad, and she’s hopping cars,

Betsy’s board a great ship and she lowers I see,

She’ll come riding back again, Soon as she smells that cinnamon,

And I bury her sweet bones beneath that tree,

She was my three legged dog,

she was a three legged dog,

she was a three legged dog,

And I bury her bones, out beneath that old cinnamon tree,

I bury her bones, out beneath that old cinnamon tree,

Her mama seems to think she’s gone for some kind of good,

Papa says she’s six feet underground,

And I know she’s alright, And I hear here howling under moonlight,

And thats a wild, lovely sound

Its not the body of the beast that holds her spirit,

Its her spirited self which I adore,

And its her law, and its her name and the confines of her fame,

That makes me love her, so much more

She was my three legged dog,

she was a three legged dog,

she was a three legged dog,

And I bury her bones, out beneath that old cinnamon tree,

I bury her bones, out beneath that old cinnamon tree,

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